Last like Jesus

Jesus says we should be last, let others be first.

It’s what we should do to let others know they are worthy.

But you are always first. You must be first.

You never give a thought to who you climbed over, crushed, discarded to get there.

I wait for you to glance back at me.

Then I know I’m worthy.

Many that follow Jesus, say they feel alone, they feel rejected by the world.

Loving you and I have never been lonelier.

Snippets of love from you, and I have forsaken all.

Jesus was mocked.

I’m ridiculed when I say your name.

Heads shake when I tell them I can’t help but love you…

Where did I go, when I met you?

To this place where I see all that has happened through the veil of love.

Love is to suffer, where days come when I feel like my heart has slowed from sadness.

Then you ring my bell. I open the door and there is an angel. In a flowered dress that you know I love.

Time no longer exists, and I once again feel blessed…

By you loving me. It’s real I know, for you keep returning. I fee worthy of love, of that suffering that can be endured…

Jesus. Love. You.

I’ll never know which one is real, nor do I care…

“Love endures when it’s allowed to exist.”

Denial of what we can’t prove, gives us a reason for our suffering…there are then no absolutes…

Faith is believing without proof…I believe in you…

Who sent you to me?

I’ll never know, nor will I ever question why…for if I do, I know you’ll never come back.

May I forever be last so I can see you glance back, beckoning me to join you, once again…

Jesus. I love her like you love me. Unconditionally. Please don’t judge her, just remind her I’m here in the back…waiting for love. Hers…wrapped in yours.